Douluo: After reincarnation, hold on to the script of group pets

Chapter 2 Choice

The mist is lingering, and the sun is like strands of golden sand, passing through the overlapping shadows of the trees, casting mottled light spots, and falling on the moist land.

The warm sunshine melted the heavy fog in the forest, and the new dewdrops hung on the emerald green branches and leaves, flowing down the veins, and finally dripped on the top of the hair of a little boy with simple clothes, black hair and black eyes.

Like an activated mechanism, the little boy opened his eyes. A faint purple light flashed in his eyes, and soon disappeared into the depths of his eyes and disappeared.

"It's already this time."

The little boy raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance that was climbing towards the top. He stood up, patted the grass clippings on his clothes, sighed, walked under the tree, and picked up the one that was extremely inconsistent with his small body.

I picked up the big basket on my back skillfully and turned to look at the red sun in the distance. I stood there for a few minutes before turning back. My thin body rose up like a ghost. Every step I took was accompanied by an afterimage. I ignored it.

Walking through the potholes in the mountains, I walked with this strange pace, as if walking on flat ground, all the way to my home at the foot of the mountain.

"Suisui, I'm back from picking today's wild vegetables."

The little boy took steady steps, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and shouted into the house with a louder voice.

"What are you shouting? What time is it?"

The expected response did not appear, but instead another deep and hoarse male voice came out impatiently from behind the curtain that was only separated by a layer of rags.

The little boy paused, then looked at the burly man walking out after lifting the curtain, opened his mouth, and calmly called daddy.

A man wearing a torn robe slowly walked to the table carrying an empty wine bottle. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp.

Sunlight poured into the room from the window, illuminating the man's sallow and haggard facial features, revealing that he had not shaved for a long time.

His hair covered with dust was as messy as a chicken coop. His bloodshot eyes were dull and dull, smelling of alcohol. His little face was calm and unfazed.

When she looked at her son, a dark light quietly flashed through her cloudy eyes, and she spoke in a hoarse voice: "That girl just had a high fever yesterday and is still sleeping."

There was no concern or other emotion in the man's voice. It was as if he had inadvertently mentioned something to someone else, as if the person who was sick was not his own daughter.

When the little boy heard this, his indifferent expression became more worried, and he pursed his lips and said, "Then I will go and warm my sister's medicine for today."

The man said "Yeah" and staggered back to his room, which smelled of alcohol.

He watched the man lift the curtain and leave. He did not go to warm the medicine first, but entered another small room first, walked to the bed, stretched out his hand towards the arched mass, and brushed away the thin hair sticking to his forehead.

, he touched his forehead with the back of his hand to confirm that the temperature was normal, then he breathed a sigh of relief and quietly exited the room.

After the little boy left, the little girl, who was "sleeping soundly" covered with a quilt on the bed, slowly opened a pair of clear blue eyes, with a hint of haziness about waking up.

'He has gone to give you warm medicine.'

'What a good brother.'

A soft voice sounded in the little girl's mind, with a hint of a smile but not a smile.

Hearing this, the little girl closed her eyes and replied to the voice in her mind: 'I would be happier if his name wasn't Tang San.'

'But there is no way, who calls him the son of destiny.'

Destiny's Child...

The little girl closed her eyes and lay down with an unshakable look.

In fact, she is not from this world. She is a lonely soul from the 22nd century. She died suddenly due to playing Onmyoji all night, and was transmigrated into this world where soul power is the main force and strength is supreme.

Just like in her previous life, her name is still Tang Sui.

Before she knew that she had actually traveled through Douluo Dalu, the anime she watched in her previous life, she really liked this brother who truly loved and cared for her.

Due to her weak constitution since childhood, although she had been alive for more than five years, her body was frail and suffering from various ailments, but her brother Tang San never mentioned giving up or abandoning her.

She was really touched and cherished this hard-won family relationship.

However, she was struck by lightning after discovering that the familiar experiences of their family, the familiar names of her old father and brother that made her eyelids jump wildly, and some revealing little moves matched up with a certain anime she watched in her previous life.

Finished!

Her brother is actually Tang San, the protagonist with a beautiful, powerful and miserable revenge script!

Then what is she, a little loli who doesn't exist in the original anime at all and is swayed by a gust of wind? She must be cannon fodder who can't survive even one episode and has no chance to run away!

After learning the truth about the world, Tang Sui was autistic for a while, autistic but not completely autistic.

Because...she wore it with her own Onmyoji-style divine cub, the Mianling Qi.

What is speaking in my mind now is one of the seven ability masks that comes with Mian Reiki, the fox face that represents wisdom.

She has not seen the other masks since she became conscious. In the past five years, it has been the fox mask that has been communicating with her consciousness.

'It will soon be the day when Tang San's martial spirit awakens when he is six years old. You and Tang San are twins. Do you choose to awaken the martial spirit together, or continue to lie down and hide?'

Fox Face spoke again. Tang Sui opened his eyes and stared at the gray ceiling. After a while, he turned over with the quilt in his arms and said softly: "He is my brother, what can I do?

"

Of course we can only go together.

Maybe after awakening her martial spirit, her frail and sick body can be improved?

But, will she... have a martial spirit?

With doubts in mind, Tang Sui fell asleep again.

Fox Mian also stayed quietly in Tang Sui's sea of ​​consciousness without making a sound, and the room suddenly returned to its previous silence, leaving only the occasional sound of wind blowing through the wooden windows, making a "squeaking" sound.

...

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The crisp sound of hammering resounded in the hut, and Tang San vigorously swung the small hammer in his hand, repeatedly hitting the same spot on the hot iron.

"Tang Hao, are you busy?"

Just as Tang San struck the same spot with force and precision, and landed the last blow, an old voice reached his ears from outside the house.

With a "crunch", the wooden door of the hut was slowly pushed open from the outside. The old man with a wooden crutch stood at the door in high spirits. When he saw Tang San who was smelting refined iron, his eyes lit up, "Little San is here too."

!”

Tang San picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks, smiled at the old man and said hello: "Grandpa Jack."

Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village, usually takes good care of the brothers and sisters.

"Hello Grandpa Jack."

A soft and soft voice came from behind Tang San.

Old Jack looked at the little girl who had moved a small bench and was sitting not far from Tang San, helping to wash wild vegetables.

She was supposed to be a cute little girl from Yuxue, but now she was a skinny little girl due to her congenital frailty. She looked much smaller than Tang San of the same age. Her face was as pale and sickly as ever, and she could fall down if the wind blew.

It seems, which makes people feel distressed.

"Suisui, are you helping your brother wash the vegetables? Suisui is really sensible."

Pain flashed across Old Jack's wrinkled face. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Tang Hao, who walked out of the room, interrupted him with a dull voice:

"What's the matter?"

———Digression————

If it’s important, I’ll say it again. Don’t keep writing qaq, it will kill you. It’s enough to punch in and sign in every day (waving the flag and shouting)

(End of chapter)